Avery’s hair grew out, jet black, soft and thin to the touch, but thick, and it didn’t look so strange when she put on the silk and satin that Wei Changan prepared for her.
Wei Changan hoped that she could become her own Xiaojiaojiao, and forget everything in the past, especially the Jingxin Temple of Lao Shizi, and it would be best not to remember it forever. The Avery in his heart can be seen through at a glance, clean and clear like clouds in the sky, but does the real woman really look as pure and innocent as colored glaze?
Perhaps under this snowy white, the hidden things are still dark. Wei Changan has been lingering for many years. The beauty he has longed for may not be true beauty.
When Wei Changan came back every day, his body was bloody. Sometimes his robe was dripping blood. Because it was a black robe, he couldn’t see it clearly, but the smell was very pungent, but Avery rushed every time. Entering his arms, he didn’t care that his clothes would be soiled.
She doesn’t love wealth and glory, she doesn’t love gold and silver treasures, she only loves her lover, but this love is hidden too deeply, even she herself can’t see it clearly, maybe she can only reveal it if she loses control.
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